Worhead

[Verse 1]
Standing in a field of green
Looking for a blade of grass
Squeaking like we all got clean
Hoping that this age will pass

It's a wrong road that we're all on
And we see this and we see this
But we tear apart everything
My sweetheart, what will remain?
If you flout it, if you flout it
If you flout it all?

[Verse 2]
Tolerate lies
Push the button and everyone dies
It's the lack of a singular thing
That a weapon could bring
To put love in the eyes of us all

Tell me now, profit and war
Are analogous, what am i for?
Are the hazardous hands on the guns
Just the same as the ones using
A testicular epithet indicative of what's wrong
And when the world ends, did we see this?
Could we see this, but obliterate everything?
My sweetheart, can we lean more
To the left side, to the left side
To the left of everything?

[Verse 3]
Sitting in a field of green
Looking at a hopeless dawn
Sleeping is my only dream
Seeing that this age will pass